Playing Dress Up (MASKING)

4.

Jungkook was beyond mad, he tried his hardest to hide his scars and bruises to others. But you know teenagers? The moment they seen them they assumed the boy got into a fight. He was home, trying to rub some ointment on the red scars. He knew his mom had make-up as he sneaked it out patting his neck down with concealer. Jungkook wasn't going to tell on Jimin.

Snitches get Stitches, and he lived by that rule.

The worst part about all of this is that he had to go to that stupid dinner at Jimin's house. Why must his parents be nice to EVERY neighbor that moves into the freaking neighbor?

He pleaded with his parents to get out of it, saying he had too much homework. His parents weren't buying it. He texted Lisa that he was going to his new neighbor's house, he didn't tell her that it was Jimin though.

Jungkook just put on a black long-sleeve collared shirt with black pants. He wasn't putting on dress shoes and opted for his black timberlands. His parents couldn't win ever fight, right?

The Jeon family walked over to the Park house as the mother rang the doorbell. Jungkook looked very unamused, but faked a smile the moment the door opened. The Parks' smiled as they ushered the family in. Jimin's parents were extremely nice it's ashamed that had a complete psycho living under their roof. Jimin wasn't down yet. The parents were getting much acquainted.

"Jungkook-ssi, would you be dear and get Jimin please. We're about to start dinner." Mrs. Park asked the boy. Jungkook smiled "Yes ma'am." He bowed to the women before heading up the stairs to retrieve Jimin. "Jimin-ssi." Jungkook said getting up the stairs to the second level. "You're mom wants you to come down." Jungkook was met with doors. He opened each one till he came to a lock door, it was obviously Jimin's.

"Jimin-ssi, open the door. It's Jungkook." The door opened immediately revealing a shirtless Jimin. His hair was semi-wet as he looked at the younger. "Just couldn't stay away?" He said with a smile, his fringe was hiding his eyes. Jungkook clenched his jaw. "Aww, you even got dressed up for Daddy." Jimin reached for Jungkook's shirt as the younger slapped his hand away. "Don't be ridiculous you perv, my parents are here for the dinner."

He said Jimin rolled his eyes. He kinda forgot. He took a shower the moment he got home, but only managed to get his pants on before going to sleep.

"Oh yeah." He chuckled.

"Come in..." He asked leaving the door open. Jungkook hesitated. Jimin turned. "Jungkook, my parents are downstairs. I wouldn't try anything. Even with the door closed." Jimin's parents knew he was gay, but Jimin just felt uncomfortable doing anything sexual with his parents in the house. As most teenagers would be.

Jungkook walked in closing the door, he stood by the door. "I won't bite Jungkook-ah. Unless you want me too?" Jungkook just rolled his eyes. "You are so cringy, you know?" Jungkook said before carefully taking a seat at the end of his bed. The younger examined the room.

Posters of people in ballet and dancing outfits caught him of guard along with a few Usher posters. "Why do you have dancing posters?" He asked. "I use to do contemporary dancing at my old school. I even won awards." Jimin gestured to his trophy case of awards by his book shelf. Jungkook looked over seeing the gold trophies and medals. He blinked, how could he missed those? He walked closer to them. First place in every category. I guess there was more to Jimin then just his perverted behavior.

Jungkook stepped back as his back collided with a torso. "You know. You and I should compete in a dance completion. Maybe Tango?" Jimin's hand slid up Jungkook's clothed arms. Jungkook turned fully around, met with a lustful gaze from Jimin. This boy had to be a 24/7 horn dog. Jimin eyes roamed to Jungkook's neck, he noticed they were clear of bruises. He reached out and touched the younger's neck with his fingertips. "I didn't mean to hurt you earlier. You're too precious to let roam around like that." Jungkook felt his cheeks heat up. He pulled away from the older. "Why are you like this?" Jungkook asked. "Actually I'm not. It's just you Jungkook. Why aren't you accepting it?" Jimin raised a brow. Was he assuming he was gay? "I'm not gay Jimin, stop trying to convert me or something?" He pulled the older's hands off of him. Jimin wasn't use to this type of rejection. He knew it would take more to get the younger to confess.

"Jimin!"

Jimin's mother called from the stairs. "Coming!" Jimin said as he hurried and got his shirt on. Jungkook took that as his cue to leave the room. Jungkook walked down the hall to the stairs. Jungkook's palms were sweating? Why was he nervous? Maybe because of the growing boner that he realize was coming alive the moment he descended down the stairs. ~